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Cellinis
Shady European bars are not the place to meet the love of your life. Ellen should have known that. She was neither dumb nor blonde, yet she fell into the trap. Many would argue that her confidence in her distant cousin was justified. For isn't blood thicker than water? She ignored, however, just how deep her cousin had fallen into the clutches of nymphomania over the past couple of months. And then again, Ellen's own love life wasn't much to write about. So more than a victim of a devilish plot, she was a victim of need.
It had been six months since she had seen Céline. Related on their mother's side, the girls liked each other. Had it not been for the distance that seperated them, they would have certainly been living together, for they were really very close. Now not as close as your perverted mind may think, but closer than most cousins are. So when Ellen's mother brought her return tickets to Paris, to see her cousin Céline, Ellen's joy knew no bounds. She looked forward to the trip with an enthusiasm of one much younger.
There was another reason why she was impatient to see her cousin sister. Very recently, she had broken up with her latest boyfriend, Eric. It was the fifth this year, one better than the last one. And no, Ellen wasn't the kind of girl who changed boyfriends like she changed her panties. Quite the opposite. She asked for nothing more than a lover who would be dedicated and take care of her. Neither was taking care of her a difficult task for she was a simple girl. The only problem with her was that she was attracted to the wrong kind of men. In other words, Ellen was one of the worst judges of character you will ever meet. Naivety was her middle name. She had ditched her latest love for she had found him cheating on her with her very own room mate.
It was seven in the evening when she arrived at Charles de Gaulle airport, completely jet lagged. After rushing through the Immigration department, she ran straight into the arms of her cousin. By the time the two of them went to sleep it was well past midnight and Céline had been confided with the complete resume of her cousin's life since she had met her last. The girls decided that tomorrow they will go shopping and ease the pain of love that struck Ellen.
Indeed shopping in Paris is an activity that is bound to make most women forget their despair. Especially if their credit is good and a American Express Platinum card is at hand. Avenue Montagne was stripped bare within no time as the girls moved around the Champs Elysee district, looking for more malls to raid. It was then that Céline told Ellen about a blind date she had fixed for her.
"But when? You have been with me all the time!" Ellen exclaimed.
"While you were trying out that black dress at the Dior showroom!" Though Céline had lived quite a few years of her life in upstate New York, she still had that throaty french accent, that made listening to her a pleasure to men and women alike.
"Oh! Who is it?"
"It is a friend of my boyfriend. He is a doctor and he is American! He has been here for a short time only and I must warn you, he is quite shy!"
"Well! Okay." In her insides Ellen sighed. Just the kind of guy she would like. Could it be the love of her life? She had implicit trust in the choice of her cousin, as far as men and clothes went. She could find the most gorgeous men in a bar full of drunk Irishmen. She started looking for a cab but Céline had other ideas.
"Don't bother. If we take a cab, we will never get there in time! Let's ride in the metro."
"Okay!" Ellen scampered after her cousin into the metro. It took them fifteen minutes to reach their destination. When they got out of the metro, the surroundings were completely different from one's they had left behind.
"What is this place?" Ellen asked her cousin, for she felt ill at ease amongst the crowd here.
"This is the party place!" She was told. They were the only words exchanged between the two usually talkative females. Several times Ellen attempted to strike a conversation, only to be rebuffed into silence. She could see her cousin was excited about something, but she just wouldn't share her excitement with Ellen. After ten minutes of walk, during which they met a nice entourage of strippers, whores and pimps, they reached a rather shady looking pub. Apart from some ragged looking men, way too drunk for the hour of the day, the only customers of the pub were two rather handsome looking chaps. Ellen was certain one of them was her blind date.
As was her ritual, she took an immediate attraction to the guy that was wearing a Honda jacket. Just the kind of guy that would fuck her and leave her without as much as a thank you. But then, Ellen had this knack of choosing trouble when calm was nearby. The girls moved in on the sofa and sat next to the boys. Ellen rushed to pick the seat nect to the guy in the Honda jacket. She wanted him for herself, but soon discovered that he was Céline's boyfriend. Nevertheless conversation began, after Céline whispered something in french to her boyfriend, who in return whispered something to his friend. They ordered drinks and the foursome were soon talking like age-old friends.
The one on the Honda jacket was called Jean. His friend was Silvester. Ellen found them both extremely charming. So charming that she was forced to ask Céline if the guy she was supposed to meet, the shy one, hadn't been able to make it.
"It was Silvester that I talked to you about." Céline laughed.
"Really? He doesn't seem very shy to me!" Ellen whispered urgently in her ears.
"You ladies are talking about me?" Silvester had just come back with the next round of drinks. Ellen turned red.
"Ellen was asking me about you Silvester." Céline said.
"Really? What were you asking her?"
"I wondered what is your speciality?" Words came haltingly to Ellen. She was still embarassed like a child caught stealing.
"My speciality?" Silvester asked quizzically.
"Your speciality in medicine, idiot!" Céline put in quickly. Ellen didn't catch the wink she gave to the brown haired boy.
"Oh!" A smile broke across his handsome face, "I am doing my internship as a general practitioner currently. I'll complete my masters later! So I am kind of Jack of all trades!"
"Oh! And what would you like to do your masters in?" Ellen was comfortable again. So he was a doctor! How nice!
"I am still trying to decide." Silverster sat down next to her as Céline moved next to her boyfriend.
And so the conversation resumed again. They talked of one thing and then another. Ellen soon lost the track of time, and the amount of glasses of beer she had drunk during the evening. She could take in five or six pints without feeling it and she was sure she hadn't had more than that. Little did she know that her pints had been specially laced with some vodka. Not enought for the taste to be felt, but after four glasses, more than enough for her head to start turning quite a bit.
Ellen's speech became noticably slurred. It was then that Céline put in the next idea, "Why don't we go to your place?"
"Sure! If your girlfriend doesn't mind!" Jean answered.
"She is my cousin you ass!" Céline said playfully. Ellen was surprised by the 'Ahhs' that followed. They left the bar and walked some more to reach Jean's appartment. As it turned out, it was within walking distance of the bar. Fresh air, even the one polluted by Parisian traffic, helped Ellen overcome her drunkeness to some extent. Her speech was still slurred and she still walked funny, but now she no longer needed the support of her cousin's shoulder to take a few steps. Jean opened the door to his appartment, which was a one room fixture quite common in Paris, and chivalorously took off Ellen's coat.
Once again seated, the conversation resumed with its previous candor. Only, the conversation now seemed to slip more and more towards sexual topics. The origin of these changes in conversation, much to Ellen's wonder, was her cousin.
"If I press my ass to your thighs, do you get horny baby?" Ellen asked her boyfriend, pushing her ass onto his thighs.
"No!" came the laughing reply, "but if you press your boobs to mine, that is quite a different story!"
The two of them starting laughing. Ellen joined in, though less for humor than for discomfort. Laughter gave way to wet kisses and soon Jean's face was covered with Céline's blonde hair. Ellen shared another uncomfortable smile with Silvester, who smiled back at her. She made an attempt to engage her cousin in conversation but received no reply. Quite to the contrary, it seemed that Céline had enough kisses for a while and presently she was in the process of undoing her bra and putting her pink nipples between Jean's waiting lips.
Ellen had seen Céline naked a thousand times. And they were extremely open about sex amongst themselves. Yet seeing her cousin's boobs being sucked by her boyfriend was something that she was completely unprepared for. She exchanged nervous glances with Silvester, who didn't seem to be very nervous. A plethora of feelings ravaged her at the same time.
To start with she was nervous and extremely uncomfortable with the situation at hand. Then she was equally disgusted at her cousin for being so open and easy. Her discomfort was accentuated by an underlying fear of the situation. Albeit, another part of her was getting aroused, unknown even to herself. Her cousin seemed to be getting bolder by the minute. She completely removed her top, giving her cousin a free view of her gorgeous nakedness. She slid down the body of her boyfriend until her face was on his crotch. Then making dirty sounds she moved her tongue over his jeans, just where his cock would be. Needless to add that two very hard cocks watched her at work with lust.
Slowly her hands entered the tight jeans of Jean and quickly sprang out the little Jean to action. She forced her boyfriend to stand up, making signs with her lovely eyes as saliva dripped from her mouth at the sight of the hard cock. Gently she took it in her hands and savagely she massaged it. With her tongue she licked its length, until it was as wet as her own cunt. And then she gulped it, bit by bit, moving it down her throat, teasing it along the way with her tongue and her lips. All through it Ellen was a spellbound spectator.
Ellen watched the lewd acts of her cousin in rapt attention. Disgusted and horny at the same time, she didn't know how to react. She looked again at Silvester, but he was no longer sitting there. Her eyes turned back to her cousin, who had in the meantime rid herself of her jeans and panties. Her boyfriend too was equally naked, his cock pressed between the lips of her gorgeous blonde cousin. She watched, still half drunk, her cousin's mouth move up and down on the hard cock of Jean. Somewhere deep within her, a longing to join in raised its ugly head. Just then Céline's deep blue eyes turned to meet her own. She deciphered a wink but couldn't decipher what it meant.
From behind her she felt a hand. Its warmth made her realize just how cold she had grown. The hand moved lightly over her back and she leaned into it, giving herself to the situation, no longer thinking. She looked back into Silvester's eyes. At least she would be fucking a doctor and who knows where this would lead. She felt his hands moved around her back,first unzipping her top and then unhooking her bra. She felt the softness of her clothes leave her and the ruggedness of his manly hands envelop her. She leaned back some more and kissed him on lips, a tender kiss. He returned it with a kiss of his own, a savage kiss.
The foursome were now completely naked. They had moved into the solitary bedroom of the apartment. It was Ellen's first ever foursome, or threesome for that matter. Much though she wished that her cousin's naked body wasn't in such close proximity with her own, she found the experience enjoyable. She could discern Jean's lustful eyes check her nude body out as Silvester planted kisses all over it, but somehow it didn't bother her. Céline was still sucking joyfully on Jean's cock and Ellen decided to do the same with her stud.
Pushing him over, laying him down on his back she came over him and took his cock in her mouth. At first her teeth hurt the sensitive skin of his member, but she was soon sucking as diligently as her cousin. The boys exchanged a smile and a wink. They were in heaven! Two hot girls - and cousins too! You just can't ask for much more. Ellen soon had Silvester as hard as he could possibly get. Once satisfied with his hardness Silvester pushed the lovely brunette over and took her legs in his arms. He spread them, making entry into her secret garden easy.
Her secret garden, of course, was completely shaved for her last boyfriend had liked it that way. She felt a fullness between her thighs as Silvester entered her, not roughly, but still quickly. She was surprised to find that her juices were in full flow. His rather impatient entry didn't hurt her, as it should have, for her pussy was indeed very tight. With one hand she started massaging her breasts, her eyes looking lovingly at the man who was fucking her.
The foursome were soon engaged in fucking. They changed their location again, laughing and teasing their partners into the living room. Céline pushed Jean on the couch and came right over him. She put her breasts in his mouth and her pussy over his cock. She jumped up and down, driving her boyfriend to ecstacy. Ellen followed suite. As Silvester lay back on the other couch, she turned her back to him and pushed her tight cunt over his hard cock. Slowly she started grinding her pussy all over his cock. Then her movements began to get more vertical.
Just when Ellen was completely enjoying herself, she was stunned by another hand over her breasts. She stared into the face of Jean, who had left Céline on the couch and was squeezing her nipples with his fingers. She expected Silvester to send him away, but it was not to be. Quite to the contrary, Silvester pushed her up and removed his cock. Between them, the two boys lifted the gorgeous brunette up bodily and soon the positions were exchanged. Ellen wanted to stop it, but Jean's hard cock felt so good inside her that she didn't utter a word. Her cousin, meanwhile, had gotten back to business, riding Silvester's hard cock, fresh out of her pussy, with a fervor.
Ellen didn't know what to think but then at times like this you usually don't think. She was on her knees on the couch and from behind her Jean was pushing his cock inside her tight cunt. Her ass pushed back into his cock involuntarily. Ellen sighed with obvious pleasure. She had forgotten about everything else but the cock in her cunt. She gave her best moves, pushing and squeezing. On the other couch her cousin was doing the same.
For what seemed like eternity the foursome fucked, ever changing their partners. Finally the boys were ready to cum. Ellen hadn't experienced an orgasm yet, but she knew that she was way to clitoral to cum from the fucking she had recieved. Céline, on the other hand, had just finished her third orgasm. They both took their current partner's cocks in their mouth. For Céline it was Silvester, his cock mixed with the juices of both girls. For Ellen it was Jean, freshly out of Céline's ass hole.
Ellen didn't mind the slightly acidic taste of Céline's ass on Jean's cock, she just sucked hard at it. Every now and then she would take time to massage her own clit and breasts, hoping for an orgasm, but none came. It was rather Jean who came, spurting all over her face. She felt Céline's breath on her neck. She had come to taste some of Jean's cum too. Even now this troubled her, but their was nothing to do. Together they experienced the cum shower of Jean. And when he was through, Silvester came over Ellen's mouth.
She took his cock in her mouth too, and sucked on it passionately. Soon she was rewarded with his thick white cum, which Céline came to taste as well. Thirty minutes ago, she had been hoping to fall in love with him. Thirty minutes later she was sharing his cum with her cousin. Through these thirty minutes, she hadn't thought for even a second. She had just fucked and sucked.
It grew too much when Céline came over and started licking cum from her face. She tried to push her away, but couldn't. She allowed it to happen, just as she had allowed so much else to happen in her life. And when Céline had her fill, the two girls smiled. Ellen knew their relationship had changed for ever, for she had felt a strange love in the hungry tongue of Céline.
Later on when she asked Céline about Jean and Silvester, she was told to forget them. They would meet other men, ones better endowed. And they did, in the meantime pleasing each other. But that, my friend, is another story!